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Woman's Mind Oft' Shifts Her Passions, Like Th'inconstant Wind; Sudden She Rages, Like The Troubled Main, Now Sinks The Storm, And All Is Calm Again.

One Common Fate We Both Must Prove; You Die With Envy, I With Love.

Music Might Tame And Civilize Wild Beasts, But 'tis Evident It Never Yet Could Tame And Civilize Musicians.

The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets.

Who Talks Much, Must Talk In Vain.